Feeling generous.

It is barely 8:30 in the morning, and I have already witnessed a gross public display of rude behavior. I wanted to get right up on my ivory tower, and take it straight to Facebook or Twitter. I mean, what I think and feel is that important, and everyone should know right?

I won’t, because I have calmed down, and since it didn’t directly involve me I should let it go. I have always been this “champion for the people” sort of person, so it’s hard to keep walking and not give my two cents, but that’s what I’m doing.

Thanks to Dooce, this song has me feeling…generous this morning. I really can’t think of a better word for it.

We are moving this weekend, into a wonderful apartment in the same neighborhood that Jeremy lives in now. I am nervous, excited, and really ready to be in a quiet environment again. My roommates have been great, but they’re guys, and I am ready to be the woman of the house in my own place again. I think I am the most excited for the rooftop deck, because I’ve never had one, and it has a pure unobstructed view of the water. I really do feel like the luckiest girl right now, and part of it comes from the fact that we’ve waited two and a half years to live together. We aren’t being forced, we aren’t doing this because it makes better financial sense, we’re doing it because we want it. That’s a really nice feeling.

Happy Friday, I’ll be back next week with tales and photos from Montana.